A Wife For The Disabled Mafia Don

He Looks Familiar

Erika’s POV

It's my wedding today to a disabled old man. The most dangerous Mafia don, disabled or not.

I wasn't even allowed to see him even once before the wedding, so I had no idea what he looked like.

My sister's wedding was a success, at least it was considered one. They made me watch the whole thing but I had become so hardened that I pretended not to care. It made things better, especially since my parents didn't even care to know where I was coming from that night and what happened to me. They just decided to scold and invalidate my struggles.

I hate it here. At this point I was willing to do anything, including marrying an old disabled man so I could stay away from them.

My thoughts often floated back to the guy I met that night and the things his figure did to my thoughts and what my fingers practiced in between my legs just thinking about it.

I hated him, but I would've probably preferred someone like him, at least I was attracted to him, even though I didn't approve of his methods or even know what he looked like.

I was alone in a room, getting ready. By alone I mean with my thoughts because the room was awfully surrounded with superficial noises and a truckload of people. My parents were going all out, pretending to care about me when it came to the public.

Only I know what I've been going through with them and I can't even say a word. Thinking about it, now they willingly offered to hand me over to a disabled man, could my life truly be much worse? Would I have to do unreasonable wifely duties like take him to the bathroom and help him shower.

I swallowed, trying to stay calm as I got dolled up. The don was always locked away in his mansion, never seen until extremely necessary, like this wedding.

I'm freaking out! I knew the girls in the room were laughing at me in secret. I would mock myself too.

My dress was the most beautiful or probably the only thing my parents have given me since that night, the night that changed everything.

Wedding bells rang and I was done. When I rose up from my seat, I was the perfect bride. It was a white net one hand wedding dress, adorned with pearl like beads. My hair was packed up in a slick bun with lazy strands falling on each side of my face. The make up was incredible and my gold earrings matched my shoes. I looked at myself and blinked severally.

I was definitely the most beautiful I had ever been. Just then, my sister came in to get me so she could take me to the altar.

She was such a pretender with her big smile in front of others. I knew she hated me with everything she had.

“Look at you! You're so beautiful. Isn't my sister so pretty?” She beamed, her cheeks heating as she asked the girls. She looked so excited that one would think it was actually her wedding. I wanted to puke.

I couldn't even smile so she leaned in and whispered discreetly.

“Better behave, or not. You're getting married anyway. I can't wait to see this man so I can laugh at you!” She taunted, a sadistic smile on her face as I watched her from the mirror. Colour drained from my face. I hated her more than I hated my life, and my life was the absolute worst.

I forced out a smile and nodded, accepting the fake congratulations from the girls and letting my evil sister guide me all the way to the altar.

Then we heard whispers from the halls.

“He's here!”

“Don Roman is here!”

“Did you see him in the wheelchair? I pity the bride!”

“It's a shame, he can't even walk? Behold how the mighty has fallen indeed.”

My sister erupted into a fit of laughter.

“You hear that? Sucks to be you. My husband f****d me so good last night, i need to get this stupid wedding over with and get back into his arms, and you would know what it's like with him, won't you?”

“Maddy, what did I ever do to you?” I shook my head with thinned lips, holding back tears.

She simply rolled her eyes and dragged me forward, excited to see this ugly old man that was about to be my husband.

We were here, and she left me at the entrance to walk down the aisle by myself. I took a deep breath and began the journey, wishing I could close my eyes and not have to see my future husband, waiting for me at the podium.

A decent song played and all eyes were on me. It was suffocating, irritating and disgusting. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Then, I finally made out the figure of my husband. I stared with his black shoes, all the way to his legs, then up his thighs, then I saw the wheelchair. My eyes kept rising up, and I took in his build. Finally, my eyes locked on his face and my breath hitched.

There was something familiar about him and Gosh, he was only disabled, he wasn't ugly at all!

He was awfully the most handsome man I had ever set my eyes on, and trust me, because I thought I would never see a man more handsome than my fiance. As I stared down at him, his gaze fell on me taking me in too.

He didn't say a word as he eyed me with what? Interest? The air was so charged and I felt like we were alone. The way he was looking at me was so suggestive, and it made me feel the same way I've been feeling for the stranger I met that night, the stranger I've been touching myself to since I met him.

He was dressed in a black suit, his top buttons were out and I could see a reasonable amount of his hard chest. He was definitely working out somehow. He looked so dashing and for a second there, I forgot he was actually disabled.

When I finally managed to peel my eyes off him and let them settle on the crowd that came out for my state of the art wedding, I finally exhaled. I wasn't breathing the whole time.

My sister was smiling mockingly at me the whole time and it burned, it stung. She loved seeing me in misery. If everyone hated me, why couldn't she just love me? She could've at least understood that nothing was my fault.

She always blamed me for making her suffer with poor parents for fifteen years. At least now she was getting her ultimate revenge, seeing me like this.

Marriage vows were exchanged, rings were exchanged too. A red ruby that probably glowed under the night sky. Looking down at it, I realized that I finally had something that I liked and would cherish until the end of time.

“You may kiss the bride.” The priest said, and I stiffened. I didn't know what to do. My breath hitched and my hands began to tremble and grow clammy.

Still, I forced myself to walk up to where my now husband sat. Unsure of what to do, I wanted to bend over and lean in but he suddenly grabbed me and softly pulled me down to fall on his lap in front of everybody. Before I could recover from the one-sided embarrassment since obviously he didn't care about what he just did, he snatched my lips and sucked it into his mouth.

He drove me silly as he kissed me with tongue and I instantly grew wet in his arms. I leaned into his touch, but when it was enough, I pulled away from him, accepting the embarrassment I would be facing from others when it was time to face them.

“Let's go home already.” He whispered, just before I could stand up and walk back to where stood as they pronounced us man and wife.

That was the most greedy kiss I had ever had in my entire life. When I subtly stared at him and licked my lips, reminiscing on what just happened, I noticed that he was already staring at me, hard.

Then it clicked. He was familiar. Awfully familiar. I knew this man from somewhere, but where? Especially those eyes….